dear zach,
we sat together at lunch. daniel and jonah seemed to be hitting it off.
we had our moments of the four of us talking, but it was mostly the group split in half.
having you around seemed like a never ending loop of laughs and fun. yet you frowned when you saw i wasn't eating. in my defense, salad was never a tasty meal and i would never eat it.
although, that's all i've been eating for lunch now-a-days.
"you should eat, jacky. i don't want you to get sick."
"i'm not hungry."
"well obviously if you have a bowl of trees in front of you." you said. "eat my pizza and i'll have your salad."
"i'll get fat," i muttered.
"no you won't. you'll still be the same beautiful jack you are now. so please eat, angel."
how the hell was i supposed to say no to that.
from, jack.